#rkyibo

[rkyjun]

winter singer contest status: watching the other performances before and after his! 

performing always made him feel more excited than he should be, though he thinks today he’s left with a little more adrenaline than usual. he wants to say it’s because it’s been a while since he last performed for something, but wow did he not mind it at all. in fact, he kinda wanted to do something like this again. of course, if someone gave him the opportunity to do so. 

one of his favorite things about performance events like this is that he could perform and see others do just the same. it’s ironic, coming from a person who’s not too fond of survival talent shows (excluding the mgas, specifically season 4), but he always found the audience’s perspective as enjoyable as the performer’s. oftentimes, he thinks it’s a relief that he’s not an idol or else a fan would call him out on his jaw being dropped and him being a little too excited over a performance. but he couldn’t help it! even if there was a performance that wasn’t exactly the best, he still found himself enjoying it somehow. 

though he is proud of his song choice, watching the other performances did make him think of “what if” situations. “what if i had performed a song in english and showed off how cool and fluent i was? that would’ve definitely given a good impression, too. maybe a better one than for scenery.” nonetheless, he still enjoys the performances, making a mental note to search up these songs on his way home.

he’s glad he can recognize some of the performers here, some being from the tv and others he knew in person. perhaps he was a little obvious with his bias with his cheers when he saw beomgyu, yibo, and younghyun. but he doesn’t go too wild on the supportive shouts that it doesn’t disrupt their entire performance. so he doesn’t have to worry about them being embarrassed and telling him to straight-up be quiet.

as soon as all the performances come to an end, yeonjun waits patiently for the results. he doesn’t expect anything for himself obviously. he may be proud of what he’s done today, but he wouldn’t say he’s winner material. 

of course, only time will tell. 

[rkzhengting]

what we do: crashin’

        long story short---zhengting is a bit fucked up.  not in the good way, never in the good way  ( haha . .  f ),  but this is a special kind of fucked up.  the sort of fucked up no one wants to be on the second day of the new year, and we’re not talkin’ ‘bout being hungover here.  no, this sort of fucked up has him camping out at his favorite cafe, which also happens to be his least favorite cafe on mondays  ( dreadful days, but even more dreadful because he has to see his rival’s face bright and early, and is vividly reminded of the other’s success compared to his own.  sure, he’s a trainee, but this kid’s got a whole cult following ).

        he slumps over, his forehead hitting his forearm as he counts down the seconds to closing.  for a moment, his nose wrinkles at the smell of something icky and sweet -- the muffin @rkyibo had unabashedly offered him a few minutes ago.  or an hour ago.  some hours ago.  ( time is not real, and overstaying his visit is a social construct, he muses. )  he pushes the uneaten muffin across to the other side of the table and looks at it pitifully.

        oh, how easy it must be to be a fuckin’ muffin.  to just sit there all daintily until he’s eaten alive -- yeah no, he’s not okay.  as per his awful coping mechanisms, or lack thereof, he has not slept a wink in the last twenty-something hours.  he looks dead, to put it simply, if not nicely.

        his glazed over eyes catch a glimpse of movement.  he shifts his head slightly, ever so slightly, so he can see the lone barista that had stayed behind to sweep up.  as shit fate would have it, it’s yibo.

        “hey,”  he croaks.  for a moment, he’s surprised to hear his own voice, having thought he’d lost it after yelling the other day.  “have somethin’ for you.”  he raises a loose hand and beckons the other forth with a finger.  then, he pushes the muffin over.  “don’t want it.  too much sugar.  bad for the teeth, and i can’t afford a dentist.”  if he doesn’t look fucked, he certainly sounds fucked.  and to be like this, groveling at nothing, in front of someone he considers his sworn enemy.  yeah, he’s truly a special kind of fucked up tonight.